Entering a Company From Another World!?

When I heard of the Adventurer Alliance's Guild Master, I imagined three patterns of characters in me.

The first is a militant Guild Master who has gone up to a tough field, a type that is popular with these branches but has a subtle relationship with HQ.

The second is a beautiful woman or a beautiful girl who seems to have something behind her. There are different patterns of being a dark elf, a vampire, or a veterinarian, but in the story, those patterns are mostly beautiful.

These patterns are intellectual.

The third one.

"Nice to meet you, Mike, the Guild Master where the awkward monk keeps this guild. Not a cat beast, by the way, but a cat fairy. Don't make any mistakes around here."

It's a pattern where small animals are guild masters.

But I can't underestimate what it looks like.

Contrary to its appearance, the strength of its eyes feels the excitement of a battle.

I quickly decided that it wasn't in line, so I was careful not to lose, and I returned my introduction.

"Kind regards, I'm Jiro Tanaka, if you say so, Jiro is my name and Tanaka is my family name. He's a human, but a dungeon tester who belongs to the Demon King Army."

It was the cat who was guided to Americas and greeted me in the Guild Master's office, a room behind the third floor of the building.

Can I call it a cat that's long enough to be alive?

She tightened her red tie to the shirt, stretched her spine properly and stood upright with two hind legs.

When we checked in, the cat named Mike walked on two legs and approached to represent the light weight of the way it looked, he jumped out onto a pedestal in Amirisia.

I was offered a stunning meatball and thought it would be a touch for a moment, but I immediately understood that it was something I wanted to shake hands with, and I gently gripped that hand.

"I'm listening to you, with the Dungeon Experiment Unit under the Devil King. It's a hidden place, a staffer, and I don't know if it's really the Guild Master's awkward monk."

"I'm a ghost or something."

"I can believe there's a ghost, but I don't know what a ghost like you really is, so it's more than that in a sense."

The cat (Alliance Master), who swayed his two-legged tail loosely, smiled with his face.

I've been treated more like a ghost than a rare creature in the dark, but my workplace is the home of the so-called brave.

Isn't it strange to have so much information blockaded?

"So I asked Amelia, what would you like to report to the awkward monks involved in the future of the Alliance?

After shaking hands, the Alliance Master once again shows his light footsteps and returns to the waiting desk.

The desk doesn't fit that small body and is big enough for me to use.

It seems that there is a lot of work accumulated after seeing various documents loaded on top of it.

That's why I left the troublesome discussion behind and cut it out early.

"To put it bluntly, I'm here to report that this dungeon is dying. We'll see you soon."

"Eh!?

To put it mildly, Amelia, who tried to clear the trail, looks back in surprise, but I don't distract myself from the Alliance Master.

"Awkward monk, I like jokes, but I don't like such jokes. If you want to have fun talking to the awkward monks, you should hone your sense of joke a little more."

"I wanted it to be a joke, but unfortunately, it's not a joke."

If it hadn't been for the title of Dungeon Tester, the person managed directly by the Devil King, the Alliance Master would never have responded directly to me as a new recruit in this Alliance.

And the title is only as valuable as an information source to see if a dungeon tester exists, and if it is identified, the cat will end this response immediately.

The point is, rarity gives me a chance to talk to this Alliance Master.

"What is that human woman?

Honestly, I'm angry with this response, but we have a bomb too.

I'll be happy to put up with this if there are more people coming with me.

The cat (Alliance Master) asks a question mark and asks what kind of joke it is, pointing his thumb at Himiku with a smile and a black feeling in his stomach.

Aim for such a cat.

He's the fallen angel of evidence.

Strike physical evidence.

"Himik, I'll give you a signal, and when it's time, let go of the hidden wings."

What else does it mean, Lord? Shouldn't I show you from the beginning anyway? You can threaten me directly. "

Let's fix the habit of putting your hands in front of your mouth. What?

Himiku released the wings and the black wings spreading out as we had discussed beforehand.

"Nyayayaya!? Nyahhh! Fallen angel!?

"Hyi!?

Speaking of why I did this, I wanted to grasp the atmosphere.

It is better to win the atmosphere at the negotiating table.

A fallen angel is an angel.

It would be surprising if the presence of the Demon King Army and those under its protection were introduced with a light glimmer in front of you.

It would be as if ordinary people suddenly handed over their bags and said that the contents were bombs.

"We find this guy in the dungeon, and we hear he's a dungeon core. If that's not evidence, then I'm afraid we're done here.

Yeah, it's definitely a bomb.

Honestly, I'd like to commend Himiku for following my instructions.

Somehow, I think this is the type that I would arrange without cooking according to the recipe because it seems somehow delicious if I cooked it.

As a matter of fact, don't tell me my heart was buzzing before the Alliance Master and Amelia.

Somehow, I didn't realize the signal that this was evidence, I didn't feel comfortable letting go of my wings because I was tight, or I didn't feel like I could do something to break the atmosphere in another direction for reasons I didn't expect.

I'm still talking with a normal expression like this, but my heart is relieved that it went well.

"That magic looks real."

"Is there a fake?

"There are winged races, they look very similar to angels, so sometimes they call themselves angels and do tricks, so we deal with them every year."

"You're a rude cat. I have more wings than any of them!! Don't make a mistake!"

You shut up.

"Lord, this is a matter of selling tickets as an angel! I'm angry that I'm going to be with those birds."

"Okay, okay. I'll ask you later."

Good, then.

I wanted to tell Himiku about the misalignment, but I kept quiet because the story wouldn't go any further.

Mitt and Grey looked at Himiku with a bitter smile, holding his head shut and wanting to see his wings.

Himiku, whose head was held down, swollen his cheeks, but I ignored it.

Where was the first impression of a completely cool look?

Well, that impression flew away in two seconds after the conversation.

"What are you doing?

"Well, isn't magic flying?

"I'm not flying."

What happened to the Alliance Masters during that exchange?

Amelia and the Guild Master used desks and bookshelves to complete the barricade while I was hanging out with Himiku.

The expression of the Alliance Master, with his fearful face from the other side, seemed to anger Himiku and destroy him.

"What kind of angel is this?

"In a nutshell, Jiro is more dangerous than you think."

"They have no blood or tears, and if they fight, they will be filled with blood."

"Earthquake or something?

"It's more than that in a sense."

In a situation where he said the stimulus was too strong, I felt a slippage in the story and checked with Mitt and the others, and it seems that this Fallen Angel (Himiku) is recognized as more dangerous than I thought.

As far as I can see, Mitt is true, as long as he responds to Vikri and hides in the barricade by just bending his neck and turning his gaze at the Alliance Masters.

It's okay. Come on out.

"Oh, really?

Ah.

"Why don't you peel it off?

"Do you? An angel."

"Sure, there was an angel under the sisters who gathered the best of the enemy. It was decorated all over the room."

"Hyi!

A story came out that was far from the angel's image, so I shook Himiku and he replied in a positive way.

The Alliance Master, who peered a little over his face, disappeared again behind the barricade because of the himmick that he actually saw that it was quite powerful.

This is not going to go any further.

"Ah, Alliance Master, did you believe what I just said?

"But of course! So, only life!

I'm not going to, but I have to.

It has become a form of threat, but there is no other way.

"Now that you have believed that the dungeon will wither, there is the problem of the person in charge of organizational management. I'd like to move on. Are you okay?

"Ah, you still have it?

One of the goals was to be accomplished simply by being given advance information about what would happen to the town, which operates around the dungeon, including the Adventurers Guild.

If we don't do anything now, we'll be responsible for this cat.

I don't know.

From my point of view, it's better to talk now.

I can't stop you even if you make a small animal appeal about whether there are any more problems.

"As for me, my main problem is this one. Can you tell me how to contact the headquarters of the Demon King Army because I want to solve it?

Speaking while pointing at Himiku, she sighed to relieve herself and then waited for a while to hear a voice from behind the barricade, and heard something fishin '.

"Amelia, I'm taking this under him."

"Why me!? The master should take it."

"Shut up, the awkward monk has a wife and thirteen children waiting for the awkward monk to return. It's the foundation for that."

"No! I have to save this life for my future husband!?

"Alliance Master Orders."

"You're cowardly because you want to help!

"I don't know because I'm an awkward monk cat."

"This stupid cat!!

All I can do is give a bitter smile to the conversations I hear afterwards.

I was showing such a provocative attitude at first, but now there is no shadow to see it.

I'll go get it.

Excuse me, Mr. Grey, please.

I truly appreciate Mr. Gray's move in an atmosphere where I can see more confusion as I get closer.

Mr. Gray slowly walked over the loud barricade and the noise stopped.

And I had a two- to three-word conversation.

Mr. Gray returned with a green glass-like sphere in one hand.

"What is this?

"Because this is a place right next to the dungeon, it's a communication jewel given by the state in case something happens. With that, I can contact the headquarters of the Demon King Army."

As instructed by the Alliance Master, who explains without worrying about the conversation beyond the barricade, he spreads magic on the jewels with a slight smile.

Yes, it's the Demon King Army. What happened?!! You!!

Somehow a familiar demon appeared.

Yeah, specifically, this is probably the supervisor's,

"It's been a long time, isn't it? Uh, what was your name again?

I used to be in a good mood for training, so I don't even know the name of the brother who blew it up.

One word today.

Protect your dose with a cat.